A special little boy, looking for all the world like Christopher Robin, dashes through the park in a summer rainstorm
Funny, the way summer seems to pass more quickly, the older we get. Hours, days, weeks…they slip right past us, in the blink of an eye. And then, whoosh! We’re rushing headlong into autumn.
Feels like we just started the #AugustBreak2015 photography challenge, but here we are, at the end of the month. I confess to blurring past a few scrapbook pages. Life intervened, so I flipped to the next page and moved forward. But I’d sign up again, in a New York second! So much fun, to transform the daily prompts into photographs, and to stretch my storytelling capabilities in new directions.
I appreciated your suggestions and encouragement, and most of all, that you shared your summertime memories with me, too. See you in September!
If you want to scroll through the entire collection of photographs in my #AugustBreak2015 scrapbook, click here. The last prompt of the month, represented above, is August was…
I loved the August Break and it was so nice to find your blog and start following it. Looking forward to seeing what you do in the future. Your photos were great!
I’ve really enjoyed watching the ways in which you’ve expressed your creativity during the August challenge, and am happy that we’re embarking on yet another adventure together!
(I couldn’t find the “Subscribe” button on your blog. Can you help me?)
I like the saying, “a happy blur” very much. There was an article in the NYT recently about the end of summer signaling the passage of time that this reminds me of. Your take away is preferred 🙂
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/30/opinion/sunday/the-summer-that-never-was.html?_r=0
Wow, beautifully written, but such a melancholy piece! I do understand the wistfulness that wafts through the open windows on a late August morning. Worse, for this weather wimp, the way my breath would freeze into crystalized tears and I wished for wings, so that I could migrate with the songbirds to warmer climates. But this essay goes a step further, doesn’t it?
Unrealized dreams, self-imposed guilt and lingering regrets…they can steal the joys of singular moments and tinge with sadness the blessings available to us in every season. That much I’ve learned, if nothing else. Time flies so quickly, so we do our best to savor all that is, in this very moment.